Today Alex turns 25 years old.
I know none of you are watching me write this but I'll share a little writers inside secret. After I wrote that first sentence it was hard to even touch the keyboard. Just a long moment of nothing but appreciation. A silent recognition of the significance this day means.
Birthdays come and go, it is a good thing. When we cease to age, that is a bad thing.
I still think back to a story I told a couple years ago about being in rehab with Alex six years ago. Happy Birthday to my Son How can something seems to be so long ago and yet also seem just like yesterday? Guess it has something to do with how much of an impact an action has on one's life.
For today everything in the past is "so long ago". Today is for appreciation and reflection of the good and grace I have been given on this day.
Happy Birthday, Son